Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Brad kept checking his phone from time to time while waiting for his client, eager to see whether Nadine had messaged him.

But even until noon, she had gone radio silent.

Staring at the empty chat screen, he finally decided to send her a message himself.

"My mind is full of you. What should I do? I can't possibly get rid of my head, can I?"

After sending it, he regretted it a little and considered deleting the message. He stared at the chat screen for a moment and ultimately decided against it.

"Let her see it," he thought. He wondered how she'd respond.

Crossing his legs, Brad waited in good spirits for Nadine's reply. But even after the contract was signed and he had his lunch, there was still no response from her.

Frustrated, he texted her again.

"Do you need a dictionary to reply to me?"

her response. Yet another 30 minutes

of response, he grabbed his phone and called her. The call got through, but

a few more times, but still no

to hear from Brad. "Didn't Nad go to Hamilton Estate? She said she was

of whatever was going on between Brad and Nadine, so she didn't ask too many

estate,

did he realize

Rose Garden with his men, demanding the building's surveillance footage

midnight, but Nadine was still nowhere

escaped a stabbing incident, the blade missing his heart by just an inch. Though his life was no longer

been hospitalized for almost a month, reserving an entire floor for himself. His bodyguards crowded the floor as he

someone might murder him at night, he even kept a

noticed something

he took a risk and made a significant purchase. But for

practically worthless now. He had incurred losses of